YOU CAN RELAX. Bush is gonna pick the Pope up at the airport today. Thank God. I know you so didn't want to go get him yourself.
I can just hear George now: "Laura! What's the flight number? No, I'm looking for my shoes- just Google it for me, will ya? Dammit, where the hell are my- Northwest!! Jesus, woman, just look it up, he's gonna be here any minute! Where the fuck are my shoes?!"
Tee hee!
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What I wouldn't pay to see the Hare Krishnas accost Bush and the Pope for donations at the airport.
It think it would go something like this.
"Pear pimples for hairy fishnuts!"
I think Berkeley Breathed is a goddamned genius. I own all the Bloom Counties, and particularly love the one that has that particular strip; "Pear pimples for hairy fishnuts" meant something to me even before clicking the link.
Kudos, BB.
I've loved Bloom County since I can remember reading the funny pages. I've been trying to fill in my B.C. collection since I lost a bunch of them when moving sometime back. Too bad they don't print them anymore.
At least Opus is back in the Sunday papers now.
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